Monday, January 10, 2011
Life with 3
I love having three kids. Baby C has definitely completed our family. He rounds us out and brings so much joy and happiness every day. There's nothing I love more the his smiling face looking up at me from his crib each morning.
My boys are a blessing. They are sweet and loving and charming and smart and fun. And with all that being said, I must admit that sometimes having three children is hard. I mean really hard. Harder than I ever imagined. Ever since Baby C came into the picture, I have felt like I've been treading water. My house is a mess. A mess. I forget important dates and events. It's really tough for me to stay afloat. Things like mailing a package at the post office or taking the time to find the perfect birthday gift for my husband (or even having the forethought to plan out a special day) feel like they are completely out of my reach. My head feels like it's racing a million miles a minute all day long.
And there's the pressures of being a mom--scholastic, social, and personal. A is in kindergarten. Do I read with him enough? Should I be overly concerned that he missed two on his addition homework? B is in preschool and every mom there looks she just walked off the cover of Cookie magazine at the 9a.m. drop off. Nice, right? I look more like Shrek at that time. And then there's sweet Baby C. I still haven't gotten my sweet angel's Christmas pictures taken! It's January 10 for goodness sakes!!!
Do you ever feel this way? I know these times will pass and maybe I'm too hard on myself. But there's time when it just feels like I can't be the mom and wife I want to be.